Red Dahlia~

The white desert exhaled

jasmine

for the bride in the crimson gown

the sky gave

her green beryl eyes

a hint of sun

at the edge of the eclipse

her fingers light as apple blush

played the silk bodice like a song

unbraiding bones

waiting for the night to curl its smoke around her throat

 

for him

her memory was the ache

between the silver bullet

and the chamber

of his

heart . . . .

 

 

 

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Author's Note

Reviews

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

The final stanza of this poem is exquisite. It haunts the mind. I also can't help but think of the wedding in Kill Bill where she is riddled with bullets. I imagine that Bill felt something akin to what you've written in the last stanza. So beautiful! My final vision is of him at the end of the second film where he crumbles to the ground with his final breath of life. You've just got to love Quentin.

Linda Marie

[Goodbye]

As always, a multi-sensory experience reading your delicious words - I always have to read a few times over because there's just so much to it, so much to savor...

[Robin]

beyond the spectrum, I feel the textures of your words , the curl of smoke, the touch of her fingers , the silk of the bodice ~ sensate poetry in evocative beauty

[AlieahRose]

O THIS WAS AMAZING...
I LOVED IT ALL...

[David W Moore III]

I always love your plays with color. It explodes like a kaleidoscope in my mind (maybe not as vivid as in yours!) effervescent and tickling the corners I can't normally reach. Fantastic, Selene

[Dream Weaver]

Eloquently written, a haunting remnant
of a smoking smoldering gun.
Loved it..

[Sweet_pale_cacophony]

elegant as always Selene..you paint your words..

[Intern'l Shultzfeather]

Red Dahlia, Jasmine, killer flowers, tipping wind in light perfume currents, startles quietly, unlike smoke and ache . . . mirrors in this song. Keep that red dress that cares so delicately for flowers.

[Kerry O'Connor]

I love the string of colours which runs through the poem:
white, crimson, beryl, apple, silver... Your poetry is marked by your attention to jewel-like splashes of colour.

[Cafe Reader]

The scenes you create are incredible! Red Dahlia is a haunting mobile of images. Amazing writing!